“Give a warm welcome to Alessia goddess from another world!” Stordo yells as he motions to a door. A doorman opens it and the crowd erupts as my m...m walks out. She slowly walks into center stage. The musician plays a tune that she sways her hips to. As she walks into the center of the room I get a good view of what she is wearing. My mom is dressed in a tight red dress. It was clearly custom made to not only fit her like a glove but also look more like clothes from our world. Every curve on her. After only a few weeks, men were only showing up during the times when their wives were having their menstrual periods. The wives did not complain about those visits.At first, Betty had a rule that the women were not allowed to have orgasms. That was to add to their punishment: stimulation without relief. A lot of the prostitutes went to sleep in tears as a result of that ruling, but the rule didn't last long. It seemed that the prostitutes were not cooperating with their customers, even with. I heard my brother softy say; “Oh, oh yeah, that’s it… Tiffany, I love the feel of your panties all over my dick, I’m going to cum all over them, I’m going to cum all over your panty crotch!” I watched as his body tensed up, hell I had the perfect view watching him play with himself from the side. I watched intently as my little brothers cock jerked, his back leaned backwards, and his knees bent. He grunted and then I watched his motions, fully knowing that each thrust of his hips meant another. “Them? No.”“Ah well,” she said. “Ah well, said the sole. Ah sole, said the well” It was a little joke Mandy had said from time to time.“What a mess we’ve got you into,” Mrs Hubert said, one arm round my head and the other stroking my cheek.I was struggling with the definition of my role. Big late-teenage guy, thinking he was a man, yet I wanted to cry.Mrs Hubert leaned over me and kissed me tenderly on the lips.“Oh Benjamin,” she said. “What can I do to make it better?”Recovering quickly, I.